And the little one said, “roll over…”

Many years ago, my brother, with malice aforethought, abandoned me to the parish and moved to Cornwall. He had to for work, so I’ll kind of let him off. He bought a nice cottage in a nice village with fields in front and out back, with an uninterrupted view of Plymouth. Now, all these yearsContinue reading “And the little one said, “roll over…””